Feathered Green

~~ Lyra Fenelle, 11 October 2025

A soft green blanket drapes the hillside,
sunlight flickering through each delicate frond,
bright, gentle, alive.

Fingers brush the tender leaves—
feather-light, like a spring wind rippling across still water.
Tiny sparks awaken along the nerves,
a subtle thrill coursing through skin and spirit.
Tension ripples away, breath settling with each frond,
as if the whole of spring leans in,
a lover’s hand tracing quiet calm.

A faint, sweet warmth rises,
mingling with sunlight and green,
seeping into every sense.
Unhurried, it smooths scattered thoughts,
leaving heart and mind at ease.
Each inhalation is nature’s whisper,
softly brushing the soul,
stretching senses, grounding the spirit.

—And this gentle green is fennel in spring.